[Intro]

8/11

93, 7:45

[Verse 1]

These days I stand out like the hook in a song

Errthang I did wrong ain’t the reason I’m wrong

Everything I did right ain’t the reason I’m right

So if 8/11 ain’t right, then a star won’t be born

So the kid brought light to darkness

Shit that scared the devil

That’s why I dance with the devil while the angels sing in treble

I kick the bass hard let them see how I drum

See if I’m coming up short don’t mean you’re standing up tall

I say whats on my mind, I hope they coming out right

I bet that mind slave in you will tell me shit that ain’t right

I should’ve said it this way, I should’ve done it that way

Gomey said some shit to me I wouldn’t tell them today but they helped

See that’s the reason I gain

I heard what you said, I ignored so you could say it again

Oh you repeating your rhymes now, you saying they ain’t the same

I bet on YBAG I would never repeat a thing, my shit drops and I reign/rain

Trying to shine like the sun but my rain/reign won’t stop

Take your girl out for lunch I give her food for thought

See I take my words out to kill you, fuck that shit

Aah Take my bars out to jail you, fuck that shit

See I take my words out to kill you

My bars will make me sell/cell when there’s no one to bail you

So dope, you’re passing out, lecturers no dey fail you

This the type of shit you say that make this other rappers fear you

You tryna be brave, stick up to me and I nail you

Down where you belong, that sounds familiar I guess

Girls only cross my mind when the traffic light turns red

I knock em down with no stress

These are the days when I’m standing up for nothing I guess

But for sure I’d die for anything that kills me unless

I survive it, I lost a part of me when I wasn’t recording

The only way you find yourself is when you’re looking for something

The only way you know yourself is when Socrates is talking

That’s who I’m representing, laugh if you think I’m joking

The messiah has just arrived, he didn’t send any John

8/11 about to happen yeah we blowing up son

Errbody TALK ABOUT IT like it’s M.I’s song

I shoot, and it’s a hit, I’m blowing up with this song

For real though, I give respect to Echo

He says he needs emotions but me I’m just being careful

Been caught up in a lot of shit that got me into trouble

I think I’m out of it, I remember I said I was grateful

That’s Conny being peaceful, and rational

The local boy about to go up, international

We don’t ever sound like amatuers, we professional

The way you and I do it, it ain't proportional

That means we ain’t synonymous know this

We ain't synonymous know this

Set your flows apart from mine, I think Im still Moses

8/11 up top, YBAG up top

The only reason why I’m listening is just so you could shut up

Are you done, thank you for the silence

It seems I killed em all, I swear all I can hear is sirens

Always wanted to be peaceful but all I chose was violence

Cause if you take it by force you getting it

I swear you be gaining it

Before you know you winning it and ruling them

Hence your coronation

Song so dope before you listen you need a prescription

I’ll just be fair since we all have the same complexion

It ain’t a thing you bring your doctor for my sickness thinking

See I control your conviction

Im the reason why you reason and the reason for winning

Bring the heat we in the kitchen

Cooking beef you know we serve em

Service yeah, service up my server so the services keep coming here

Are you here

8/11, 93, those days were you there

Young Black and Gifted, Santa claus though wasn’t here

Errthang I said is clear though, if my mission clouds your vision, you’re impaired though

For real errthang I said was clear though, if my mission clouds your vision, you’re impaired though

YBAG, you’re welcome